Saturday, September 22, 2012

Spiritual and life reflective inspirational poems:Listen Deeply poem,Falling Down poem by Nanna Aida Svendsen/Sweet Darkness by David Whyte,The Journey by PMary Oliver

Music:Igor Krutoy - You are in my september

Listen DeeplyNanna Aida Svendsen
From Of Water Lilies and Warm Hearts

Listen deeply
to the soft voice
of your soul.
It knows who
you are.

Even when lonely
how intimately
you belong.

Its wisdom resounds
beneath the nagging
of your shame, guilt and fear.

The tender presence
of your core brings solace
when needed.
A sense of rightness
when remembered.
Communion when close.

The sound
of your original voice
calls you to essence
over and over again,
sometimes with such
vital vulnerability
you would weep.
Sometimes with such
fiery ferocity you would cry.

Sometimes with such softness
it calls for your surrender.

Yes,
listen deeply
to the gifted grace
of your soul.
And in the listening
may the beauty
of your life
be revealed.

Sweet DarknessDavid Whyte
(House of Belonging)

When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone...
no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.

There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your womb tonight.
The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.
You must learn one thing:
the world was made to be free in.

Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness to learn
anything or anyone that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.

Falling Down by Nanna Aida Svendsen
From ‘Of Water Lilies and Warm Hearts’

We try so hard
To stay up
To keep from falling down
Yet there is a falling
Into ourselves,
That is of the essence.

There is a tumbling
Into the heart
That means we must open
To our beauty and our pain.
Without a willingness
To surrender
To a flow of feelings
Receive them with compassion
We may never come to know
That sweet sense
Of oneness with ourselves.

That simple bliss
In being
Beneath all our distress.
Without a willingness
To surrender
And turn attention
To the quiet
That underlies the turmoil
Of the mind
We may never come know
That sweet sense
of oneness
With existence.

That sweet sense
of love and trust and flow.
We try so hard to stay up
Yet there is a falling down,
That is of the essence.

The JourneyMary Oliver

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice-
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles. "Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy was terrible.It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen branches and stones.
but little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do-
determined to save
the only life you could save

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About Me

I think that meditative and inspiring thoughts and words have the power to start a fire in a person's life. It can alter the way we see ourselves. It can change the way we see the world.
It dares us to break free from the safe strategies of the cautious mind; it calls to us, like the wild geese, as Mary Oliver would say, from an open sky. It is a magical art, and always has been -- a making of language spells designed to open our eyes, open our doors and welcome us into a bigger world, one of possibilities we may never have dared to dream of.
I’ve found that the best way to reconnect with how beautiful life can be is to give something away. It doesn’t have to be anything material. It can be a compliment, a smile, or a positive intention or thought for someone else. Sometimes the greatest gift you can give is sincerely giving your presence.
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This is my symphony

To live content with small means;
to seek elegance rather than luxury,
and refinement rather than fashion;
to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich;
to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages,with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently,
await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual,
unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.WILLIAM HENRY CHANNING.

The language of Beauty

It’s amazing to me how when I stop
the incessant mental chatter, and
actually just see things, I am
blown away by how beautiful they are.
The trees swaying, the leaves blowing
around on the ground, the waves
crashing on the shore. The simplest
of things have the most profound beauty.

My task which I am trying to achieve is,by
the power of the written word, to make you
hear, to make you feel — it is, before all,
to make you see. That — and no more, and
it is everything.
If I succeed, you shall find there according
to your deserts: encouragement, consolation,
fear, charm — all you demand; and, perhaps,
also that glimpse of truth for which you
have forgotten to ask.Joseph Conrad

Poetry reveals to us the loveliness of nature,
brings back the freshness of youthful feelings,
reviews the relish of simple pleasures, keeps
unquenched the enthusiasm which warmed the springtime
of our being, refines youthful love, strengthens our
interest in human mature, by vivid delineations of
its tenderest and softest feelings, and through
the brightness of its prophetic visions, helps
faith to lay hold on the future life. William Ellery Channing

A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day. Emily Dickinson

Better than a thousand
Hollow words
Is one word that brings peace.
Better than a thousand
Hollow verses
Is one verse that brings peace.

Better than a hundred
Hollow lines
Is one line of the law, Bringing peace.
It is better to conquer yourself
Than to win a thousand battles;
Then the victory is yours.Buddha

I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights;
and you have yours.

But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love,
belong to all of us, in all times and in all places.

Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions
in their universality.H. A. Overstreet

Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth,
where moth and rust consume and where thieves
break in and steal, but lay up for yourself
treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust
consumes and where thieves do not break in and steal.
For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.Jesus

Delicious autumn!
My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were
a bird I would fly about the earth seeking
the successive autumns.George Eliot

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